Fated (Fated, #1)

by Liza James

I prefer my soul embrace the Demon, corrupted with darkness and refined with humanity.

I’m not angry, no. I’m scared—yes. Anxious? Absolutely. But this is different, I’m craving something in the slightest of ways. I’ve never done drugs, nothing hard anyway. But I imagine this is what a recovering addict experiences—that nostalgic sentiment of needing a fix but knowing you can never have it. A reminiscent yearning of something more, but also something unobtainable at the same time.

mo dheaman beag,”

“I want every part of you. The Angel. The Demon. Every dark and dangerous corner, every bright space that claims you. I take them all and demand each piece as my own.”